There is a cruelness burdening the air tonight
A sense of wrong pervades the wood’s calm
An acrid smell strikes the senses awake
For in the shadows yonder, a shade in change.
Where in the heavy blackness, a subtle distinction...
A gradation of light, as in a gleam
Striking against the white cut of death’s claim.
The heart jumps with startled instincts
And into the abyss a burst of flight
As suspicion changes reason.
And then, suddenly the night’s silence returns to its nuance.
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